grit & glory?
My life is filled with a glorious grit. Or maybe it’s a gritty glory.
The beautiful dissonance of grit and glory is the soundtrack of my life as a missionary. It’s also the melody line of this season of my life as I move forward as a once-again single woman.
I enjoy the tension of my paradoxical life. The grit is what makes the glory so glorious. If it were all glory, I wouldn’t recognize it anymore. When souls saved and genuine hugs become mundane, I’ve missed out on the grit of my life. When answering emails and cooking dinner become overwhelmingly weighty, I’ve missed out on the glory. I need both, and I strive to see Him mixed into it all.
My life is nothing more than grit and glory.
Mostly grit.
